Nova Peak children of the wild ones

She held no homesickness to the den they had left behind. Instead, the girl was far too busy playing with her brothers, or exploring as far as any adult would allow to happen. Swift and Pasha were her favorite playmates, while Whittier was a far superior cuddle buddy. Today, she had managed to sneak a bone away from the grasp of her siblings, and for extra protection, the bi-toned baby was content to chew it at the paws of her father.

Only when he released a howl did she glance up, captivated by the sound. She had heard the cry many times from her parents – but had never been able to replicate it. Not to be outdone, the she-pup tried her own wailing howl – not nearly as strong or clear as her father’s, but distinct in its own way. Pleased, her tail thumped against the ground as Scimitar would deliver a kiss upon her forehead, and Allure happily went back to lathering her bone with attention.